Split Screen -- Manar: The Desert of Aegypt

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Date Posted: 22:10:09 05/06/02 Mon
Author: Knightmare
Subject: Split Screen

"This strange journey follows no set path, no geographic logic...the peaks I just departed I should not have reached from the forest, not without setting foot in this desert. Yet, I have never set foot here nor, I suspect, anywhere else.

Am I dreaming?

It is the nature of dreams to flicker so, is it not? For so many places to blend and intersect...but these things are REAL somehow, if not now, then in the future...or the past. And to my recollection I have never been anywhere beyond that Enchanted Forest.

What I behold now is strangest of all; my very vision splits. To the left of me, men in uniforms starkly in contrast to this world of magic go about their business, drifting away in their technological steeds. I know these men, or rather their outfits. Noble knights of the skybound castle of Rugby they are, a respected lot who aided William and Patrick on more than one occasion, at times in reciprocation.

That is to my left.

To my right, it is a wholly different story. A people, an ancient people, garbed more appropriately for this environ, toil and labor. Huddled masses tug at thick rope, erecting a statue which dwarfs some of the dwellings nearby. Strange....part of my perception sees a wasteland while this...this is an odd city.

These Manarians, if Manarian they be, they bow to one taller than they, one whose countenance matches the monument towering over us. His features are not human; at best I can describe him as an overly tall man-hound, his wretched ears perked at the sounds of these people's suffering, his eyes dark and recessed beyond his toothy snout. There is as much wrong about him as there is that curved blade he wields.

My sword is not the only evil weapon in this SPUniverse; this much I now know to be true. They speak his name, but in this soundless nightmare, with their backs to me, it is lost as a sandstorm obliterates my double vision, unifying this wasteland once more.

My ankles feel wet. Strange that I worry about my armor rusting even as I am tugged away once more....

Destination...unknown...."

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